Looking into the past...
Dec. 18th, 2010 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI reviewed a bunch of my late mother's papers today, and it served to underscore how fast time is passing.
There was the obituary from the New York Daily News dated August 31, 1960, reporting my father's death, which made me aware of the fact that it's been a half century (plus a few months) since he died, and when I realized how long it has been—I don't know, it sort of got to me.
Then there was a ticket stub for a New Year's party that my grandparents attended, to be held December 31, 1910, and I sat and ran my index finger over the date. One hundred years! I was nearly overcome by the feeling that if I thought hard enough about it, I could bridge the gap between now and then and—I'm not sure what. Certainly there is nothing magical about a 100-year mark, nothing that distinguishes it from, say, the 87-year mark or the 113-year mark, so whatever was affecting me was entirely between my own two ears.
Finally, there was a recipe my grandmother scribbled down for making pie dough, which only succeeded in convincing me that penmanship was not her strong suit. Still, I plan to devote some time to deciphering her scrawl and maybe learn something.
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Shiloh, as is her custom, woke me at 6:30 this morning, and by 7:30, Huntür had asked me to resume playing The Sound of Music, which just about floored me. I was happy to comply and even happier to watch the end of the film with her. I had forgotten how much I liked it. We all had pancakes for breakfast and told silly jokes until Drew came by to pick the grandkids up at about 10. Generally speaking, I had a good time; I hope the grandkids did, too.
Cheers...
There was the obituary from the New York Daily News dated August 31, 1960, reporting my father's death, which made me aware of the fact that it's been a half century (plus a few months) since he died, and when I realized how long it has been—I don't know, it sort of got to me.
Then there was a ticket stub for a New Year's party that my grandparents attended, to be held December 31, 1910, and I sat and ran my index finger over the date. One hundred years! I was nearly overcome by the feeling that if I thought hard enough about it, I could bridge the gap between now and then and—I'm not sure what. Certainly there is nothing magical about a 100-year mark, nothing that distinguishes it from, say, the 87-year mark or the 113-year mark, so whatever was affecting me was entirely between my own two ears.
Finally, there was a recipe my grandmother scribbled down for making pie dough, which only succeeded in convincing me that penmanship was not her strong suit. Still, I plan to devote some time to deciphering her scrawl and maybe learn something.
Shiloh, as is her custom, woke me at 6:30 this morning, and by 7:30, Huntür had asked me to resume playing The Sound of Music, which just about floored me. I was happy to comply and even happier to watch the end of the film with her. I had forgotten how much I liked it. We all had pancakes for breakfast and told silly jokes until Drew came by to pick the grandkids up at about 10. Generally speaking, I had a good time; I hope the grandkids did, too.
Cheers...
